lyrics der Woche… toll als Akkustik Version
I lace my Chucks, I walk the aisle
I take my pills, the babies cry
All I hear is what’s playing through
The in-flight radio
Now every word of every song
I ever heard that made me wanna stay
Is what’s playing through
The in-flight radio, and I
And I am, finally waking up
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there, I swear I didn’t mean
For it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised
Don’t fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?
Can you make this last? This plane is all I got
So keep it steady, now
Cause every inch you see is bruised, yeah